PURPLE PASSION
I recall when passion ruled
when self-control was self-unschooled,
when fires burned and passion bubbled
with doubtful heed and certain trouble;
we threw ourselves into the fire
emerged unscathed, so turned it higher.
now we smile, remembering
when passion was the only thing.
Kay Davies, July 13, 2013
I haven’t posted anything to Real Toads for a few days, recovering from a visit with husband and dog to the west coast to visit family and friends, then to the BC interior to celebrate my long-ago high school graduation. Now we're home, perhaps to stay a while.
11 comments:
I remember those days too, or the memories are slowly returning, but only because I've been sorting boxes.
The days before AIDS, post high school, early 20s. I do remember that freedom. Nice passion to remember :)
"....remembering when passion was the only thing." Lovely lines!!
You mean...it goes away? *sulks*
Thanks for writing this cool poem for the mini challenge, Kay!
Hari OM
Wow Kay, what is great about this short poem is that despite the passion it is redolent with LOVE. I adore this!
...and that toady &*> YAM xxx
.. tasting the bittersweet right now. Lovely indeed.
I remember and sometimes regret those times...but I think soon I'll just remember and enjoy it! I really enjoy the cadence of this piece, Kay!
Hey Kate you may have driven past me - my 30-year grad from Kamloops Sen Sec was this year (I didn't go)
I truly love this Kay. I'm fond of good rhyme, and this really is, and you've wrapped up youth in a bow and tied it with a slip knot, so we can see what happens when it comes unwrapped. Hope your vacation was tops.
I remember those days and I still have them...but not as often. :)
Hard to believe I was ever a newspaper compositor, or an editor of anything, because I just spotted (no pun on the green and white toad intended) an error on here, and nobody told me about it. I've fixed it now, of course.
K
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